Gotham Memoirs: 2-8 Winning Rossi's Trust

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As we forge a detective's handbook, a different side of Davis is revealed. We even become more comfortable with each other. Am I imagining things?

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Dialogue Choices

What should I do? Tell him I overheard his conversation with Mr. Kane?

• Admit to eavesdropping
  • Davis' Goodwill will rise
• Pretend not to know
  • No change
• Say you heard it second-hand
  • No change

Transcript

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• I tell Davis about it on the day I receive Rossi's call.
• In order for Rossi to trust us, we decide to forge a "detective's handbook", based on evidence we already possess.
• Except... We had a little disagreement on where to work.
• You: Why not my home? I have materials we can use there. Ready made!

• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth, your room is so small it cannot hold another table.

• Edmund Davis: How are we supposed to sort out the handbook with so little space?

• You: You... you can sort it out on my bed!

• Edmund Davis: Are you sure you want me to "sort it out on your bed"?

• You: You...! Fine, your home then.

• Edmund Davis: I have a suite at the Waterlife Hotel, just a couple blocks down.

• Edmund Davis: We'll go there.

• You: Why not your home? What secrets are you hiding?

• Edmund Davis: It's nothing like what you're thinking! It's fashionable to have your own suite at hotels. It's a symbol of your status!

• You: Is that how the rich spend their money?

• Edmund Davis: It's not about spending money, it's about keeping up appearances.

• Edmund Davis: You have to signal that you have sufficient wealth and status. Only then will others have confidence in your business.

• You: You have other businesses besides the newspaper?

• Edmund Davis: If I were only depending on the newspaper, I'd be a pauper right now, silly!

• Edmund Davis: Wait, "besides the newspaper"? What's that mean?

• You: (Crap, that slipped out. I can't admit I know about it.)

• You: Uh huh... That's right. What about it? Don't you work at the newspaper too?

• You: Ah, the day is almost done, I have something urgent to attend to. See you tomorrow!

• I leave in a hurry without waiting for Davis' reaction.
• You: Thank goodness I left, or I'd give it away.

• You: Eavesdropping isn't a nice thing to do at all. And eavesdropping on Davis and Mr. Kane is even worse.

• The Next Day

• You: Oh, this eyebrow pencil is so hard to use... I miss 21st century makeup!

• You: I'll be going to the Waterlife Hotel today. Should I dress more formally?

• You: Perfect! My makeup's a bit shoddy because of the products but the rest is fine.

• There's a loud honking outside the window.
• You: That must be Davis trying to get my attention...

• I grab my things in a hurry and dash downstairs.

• As expected, Davis is sitting in a green convertible, pressing on his car horn.
• You: (A new car? How rich is Davis...?)

• As I get in, I can't help making a mental count of how many cars Davis owns.
• Before I manage to arrive at a final number, we reach Waterlife Hotel.

• Edmund Davis: After you, Miss Colvin. Welcome to my suite.

• The exquisite interior is amazing, but Davis looks too full of himself. I instantly swallow my words of praise.
• You: Not bad, very unique.

• Edmund Davis: Is that all you have to say?

• You: It's just a suite, isn't it? As long as it can shelter you.

• You: Time's short, let's get cracking.

• Davis looks at me incredulously, like I'm a bumpkin incapable of appreciating finery.
• Secretly gleeful, I give Davis a little shove, shooting him a stern "get on with it" look.
• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth, you have no appreciation for finery.

• You: No time to waste! Which pieces of evidence are we actually going to use in the detective's handbook?

• Edmund Davis: We'd better focus on Jessica.

• Edmund Davis: Let's not mention Wilson too much, either.

• You: That's true, it all started with her anyway.

• You: Her unfortunate experiences sparked my investigation.

• Edmund Davis: If we direct all eyes on her, your "image" will be that of a little reporter who stuck up for her friend...

• You: Hopefully, this will hoodwink him.

• Edmund Davis: We'll jot down basic information about Jessica and the hospital.

• Edmund Davis: And the license plate number.

• You: Go get the cut-outs, I'll stick them in the handbook.

• You: Well? It's starting to look like a "detective's handbook" now, isn't it?

• Edmund Davis: I say, that's impressive!

• 6 Hours Later

• Time flies, and it's almost dusk. We've worked hard all day, and we didn't even have lunch.
• Both of us are starving when the detective's handbook is completed.
• Davis and I share a resigned smile. Neither of us have the energy to go out for dinner.
• Davis calls for room service, and we eat in his suite.

• Edmund Davis: Elizabeth, has anyone ever told you that you have a hearty appetite?

• Edmund Davis: All the ladies I know sample just one or two mouthfuls from each dish, unlike you...

• You: I'm being frugal. Haven't your parents taught you not to waste food?

• You: (That was the wrong thing to say... I forgot Davis' parents have passed on.)

• Edmund Davis: No, I rarely ate with my parents as a child.

• Edmund Davis: And now that I'm an adult, it's no longer possible.

• You: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dredge up sad memories.

• Edmund Davis: Say, Elizabeth, how do you know about all these things?

• You: All what? I don't know what you're talking about.

• Edmund Davis: How did you know the newspaper is mine? And that my parents have passed away?

• You: (What should I do? Tell him I overheard his conversation with Mr. Kane?)

Admit to eavesdropping

• You: (I'll just admit to it. It's nothing illegal.)

• You: Remember when I got into a row with Mr. Kane? You didn't come out of his office after standing up for me.

• You: I was worried Mr. Kane would give you a lashing, so I... eavesdropped.

• Edmund Davis: Eavesdropping is a bad thing, but on account of your concern for me...

• You: I didn't mean to.

• Edmund Davis: Alright, alright, you didn't mean to.

• Edmund Davis: In the future, you can just ask me directly. I'll tell you anything you want to know.

• I lift my head to reply, but my gaze meets his gentle eyes.
• And suddenly, I forget what I wanted to say.
• The room falls silent. We stare into each other's eyes without saying a word.
• The silence continues and an unfathomable atmosphere settles in the room...

Pretend not to know

• You: (I must never admit to such embarrassing moments. Eavesdropping, and then that letting slip...)

• You: I'm sorry to hear about your parents.

• You: And you own the newspaper? No wonder Mr. Kane listens to your suggestions.

• Edmund Davis: That's because I give constructive feedback!

• Edmund Davis: Continue pretending, then.

• Subsequently, no matter what Davis throws at me, I pretend to be utterly clueless.
• Our dinner proceeds with this game of back-and-forth.

Say you heard it second-hand

• You: (I need to gloss over this. I'll say someone told me.)

• You: I... I heard it from a colleague!

• Edmund Davis: Which colleague? That's odd, only Kane knows who I am.

• You: Ah, it was Mr. Kane who told me.

• Edmund Davis: Let me ask you again - did Kane tell you?

• You: (I can't back down now. I'll just have to agree.)

• You: Yeah, it was Mr. Kane.

• Edmund Davis: I'll have a word with him. How can he be so casual about such important matters?

• You: (What do I do? I cannot let him confront Mr. Kane!)

• I use every trick of persuasion I can think of, until Davis finally agrees not to confront Mr. Kane.
• In fact, I've focused so hard on my goal that I haven't managed to eat my fill...

• After dinner, Davis sends me home.
• Although I'm still worried about the meeting with Rossi, I'm feeling more reassured after our preparation.

• 1 Day Later

• I'm just preparing to start work on a Monday, when White approaches me.
• White: You have some nerve, Elizabeth!

• You: What are you talking about, White?

• White: You declined to interview Councilman Harris! Mr. Kane talked you up a lot!

• You: Is it that serious? How do you even know, anyway?

• White: Don't tell anyone, but I got off work late yesterday, and overheard Mr. Kane while passing his office.

• You: Thank you for telling me. I honestly had no idea that declining an interview would make trouble for Mr. Kane.

• You: I'll apologize.

• White: Oh please don't. If he didn't say anything to you, he probably doesn't want you to feel guilty.

• White: And... I eavesdropped! If you go to him now, you'll expose me...

• You: Alright, I got it. I won't go to him.

• White: Good, good.

• White: Go get the phone then.

• Rio Rossi: Miss Colvin, tonight at 8pm, the restaurant on the corner of 52nd Street.

• You: Mr. Rossi, I...

• Rio Rossi: Miss Colvin, have you forgotten what we agreed on?

• You: Of course not, I just...

• Rio Rossi: Hmph. Be punctual with your "sincerity".

• Rio Rossi: I'm not a forgiving man, so don't try any tricks on me.

• Rossi hangs up.
• You: (Rossi has finally contacted me... It all hangs on tonight, whether I can get something out of him...)

• I don't feel very confident about the meeting, but it's our only chance. I've got to make it count.
• After discussing it with Davis, I decide to meet Rossi first to suss out his motivations and reasons for threatening me.
• Should that fail, we'll shadow him to see if he contacts anybody.

• You: What if we fail to suss out his motivations and shadow him to no avail? What then?

• Edmund Davis: It doesn't matter, we'll just be back at square one.

• Edmund Davis: I mean, it'd be great to have new clues, but we'll have lost nothing if we fail.

• Edmund Davis: Have faith. In both of us. This won't be an absolute failure.

• You: Really? I doubt things will be that simple...

• Davis lapses into silence, and pats me gently.

• We may be a bit uneasy, but we're still hopeful about tonight's meeting.
• We weren't expecting the terrible storm lying in wait...